Wharf Rat

Old man down, way down, down, down by the docks of the city
Blind and dirty; asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime, but I got some time to hear his story
"My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine
More than my wine; more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine
Half of my life I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime
The other half found me stumbling around drunk on Burgundy wine
But I'll get back on my feet again someday
The good Lord willin', if He says I may
I know that the life I'm livin's no good
I'll get a new start; live the life I should
I'll get up and fly away. I'll get up and fly away, fly away
Pearly's been true; true to me, true to my dyin' day." he said
I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been."
I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you."
I got up and wandered, wandered downtown; nowhere to go but just to hang around
I've got a girl named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me
I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me